The bright and dazzling holy light poured out from the protective chalk, and after the alien species within nearly a kilometer turned into gray, it shot straight into the sky, leaving only a path bombarded by the holy light.
The soldiers, knights, and aliens all paused and looked at the place where the holy light was emitted.
Arthur looked at the path that still had traces of the holy light, and couldn't help but admire: "Annoqing is still so powerful that it's amazing!"
All the knights of the Round Table also looked at the old man standing in front of the team, gasping for breath.
Among the Round Table, there were very few people who had actually fought alongside Annuo, and many people did not know much about this elderly knight.
Kai's mouth almost burst with laughter: "You're so strong, Uncle Annuo!"
Percival sighed: "This level of holy light is so powerful that it's despairing."
Galahad felt as if he had met his grandfather for the first time.
In his impression, his grandfather was usually a kind and knowledgeable old man. He was more like a scholar wearing armor than a knight.
But when Anno stood on the battlefield again, Galahad discovered that the old man could actually emit such a miraculous light.
However, the situation of Annuo, who is in the center of the spotlight, is not good.
He is too old and has too many hidden wounds.
Both arms, especially the left arm, were shaking severely.
He maintained the posture of swinging the holy sword for more than ten seconds before he recovered.
He punched the protective chalk on the ground, and the sword blade made a crisp sound when it collided with the rock.
The atrophied muscles are still strong, and the dry and hoarse throat produces a loud and energetic voice.
"This country! This is the country where I take refuge!"
His body is like a wall, indestructible.
There was a commotion among the alien group.
But overall we are still moving forward and fighting.
An Nuo frowned slightly and sighed.
The magic power transpired, and Annuo exuded an intimidating coercion. Even the stones on the ground were shaken, as if dancing.
Gawain held his own, the Sword of Rotating Victory, and stood beside Annuo.
Arthur also held the Sword of Victory and stood in front of the two of them.
The magic power was released without any scruples, both in quality and quantity. It was so huge that it was suffocating.
Facing a single enemy, perhaps Tristan, Lanmarok, and Bindu are better at it.
But facing hordes of enemies, the light of the holy sword is the strongest!
The aliens felt a serious threat from the three of them and rushed forward frantically, trying to prevent the continued release of magic power.
But at this time, the knight holding the holy shield came to the three of them.
"As the youngest and purest knight of the Round Table, I declare——"
"The shield that carries the king's thoughts."
"Please, please interact with my magic power!"
The young knight held up his shield, his white hair reflecting shining eyes.
The phantom of Camelot made of magic appeared in front of the three people, blocking the aliens who wanted to interfere.
Annuo's hand holding the protective chalk trembled violently.
He had just released the light of the Holy Sword once, and now he was very weak.
The pain spread from his arms to his brain, but he still tried his best to hold the chalk in his hands.
Gawain looked at the elder with a hint of worry and pursed his lips.
All the alien species were blocked by the phantom of the Holy City, and the magic power released by the three people reached its peak.
A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of An Nuo's mouth, but he was smiling.
"Get out of the way, Lord Galahad!" Arthur shouted to Galahad, holding the sword of victory high.